Page 2 of Big Baby
“Hello,” I said, knowing to stay where I lounged, peering up at him with a serene expression on my face.
“Can I come in?” he asked. “Are you… Rosa?” Fuck, he was acting so shy. Red flushed up his neck and cheeks. This was part of his act though, not a product of real nerves, at least, I assumed.
“Yes, sweet thing, I’m Rosa.” I smiled, hoping he’d look up. “It’s nice to meet you.” A pause. “Do you want to come here?”
He nodded, shut the door with a soft snick behind him, and took a few tentative steps toward me. I knew this was part of the game he wanted, that he likely wasn’t anything like this in real life, but it was incredible to watch. He sank into the role with such beauty.
“Onto your knees,” I told him when he was at the sofa. “Let me see you.” I kept everything calm, soft, slow, gentle.
He obliged, of course, dropping his large body down so he was almost my height, still taller than me where I sat, though, which only brought a frisson of excitement rippling through me. I placed my slippered feet on the floor and put the book down, leaving it open on the page I was on – I’d picked it at random but it was pretty fucking good.
“Can you give me a name?” I asked him, reluctant to use Jurassic fucking Pork.
He hesitated, then, “Harry.”
“Hi, Harry.” I rested a hand on his cheek, cupped his face, and stroked right under his pretty, bright eyes, making him meet my gaze.
We were almost face to face here, and when our eyes locked, my breath caught for just a moment. His iriseswere so damn green, so vulnerable and alive with need. I wanted to kiss him, to lay waste to whatever negative feelings he was having and replace them only with good. It was a powerful sensation, one I didn’t often have here. This was… clinical in my head, usually. It was a rare client that made me feel anything beyond physical.
He bit his pouty lip into his mouth, his white teeth poking out, and I had to taste. I just fucking had to. He hadn’t asked for kissing, but it wasn’t on his limits, so I leaned in. Slow enough he could pull back with no hard feelings, but he didn’t.
Just a soft one, a peck on the mouth, and it was magic. He groaned, sighed out a little huff of air, and moved his lips a fraction against mine. God, he was so warm, so sweet. My entire body buzzed from that simple touch alone. My blood raced through my veins with excitement.
When I pulled away, I wanted to dive right back into this man. To own him, let him own me. It was insane, but a possessiveness washed over me without my consent. In that moment, I didn’t want to question it, just ride through whatever this was going to bring…
“I shouldn’t be here,” he said then, falling back into the role play, reminding me what I was doing here.You’re working, Zora. Working.
“She won’t know.” I played along, enjoying the thrill of pretending to cheat. Of course, he might actually be cheating, but I didn’t know for sure. Couldn’t police it. If he wanted to pay for sex, and I wanted to be paid for it, we made the perfect team. What occurred outside these doors wasn’t something within my control.
“We have to be careful. She’s only in the other room…” Harry groaned when I ran my nails through his hair, to distract him away from the mystery wife. The woman he was sneaking off from to fuck around with someone else.
“Shh,” I hummed. “She’s busy. Come here. I need you to touch me.”
Harry leaned forward, his torso between my legs, the heat of his body pressing into my upper thighs, and he kissed my neck with a little groan.
“That’s so nice,” I sighed, tipping my head to the side to give him better access. Shivers skittered over my skin as he laid gentle kisses under my ear, his warm breath in my hair. I moaned, wanting to rub my thighs together. “Touch me more.”
“Can I?” he asked. “I’m so desperate. She doesn’t let me…”
“Touch me anywhere, baby.”
His hands landed on my waist, holding me still as he nuzzled against my collarbone, licking at my skin, groaningand writhing his hips as he lost himself in what he was doing. Slowly, so fucking slowly, he moved across my collarbone, to my other ear, to bite my earlobe and flick his tongue over the shell.
“Oh,” I sighed, shocked at the sharp sting of his teeth, soon soothed by the warm roughness of his tongue.
“Is that okay?” he asked, pulling back a little, his lip shiny and plush. Once again, our eyes locked, and the overwhelming sense of protectiveness struck me. It’s not like he needed me for that. He was beefy, in his early thirties if I had to guess, and well-off based on the clothes he wore. But I didn’t want to shake it away. I wanted him to be mine. It was just this game we were playing, I decided, and the sensation would fade when we were done.
“Of course, baby,” I said, my hand going to the back of his head, running through the strands of his hair again to tug him closer. He groaned and leaned into my touch like a cat, and let me move him where I wanted him.
He bit my earlobe again, tugged on it, zapping tingles right to my pussy, imagining his teeth on my nipple, sharp and intense.
“My tits are so full for you, Harry,” I murmured, pushing my chest into his. “Please, I need your help, I’m so full.”
“Does it hurt?” he asked, his hips beginning to fuck the air again, his whole body coiled with lust. I shuffledus closer together, and for the first time, his cock rubbed against me. Through too many layers of clothing, I felt him. He was rock hard, the heat of him making me want to squirm.
“So bad,” I said, whimpering. “I need you to help me get some relief. Please.”
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, growing even more desperate. “Of course, anything for you.”
